Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1593 [c.1593-1594] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 470 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
I think your Lordship is not ignorant How his companion, youthful Valentine, Attends the Emperor in his royal Court. I know it well. 'Twere good, I think, your Lordship sent him thither, There shall he practise Tilts, and Tournaments; Hear sweet discourse, converse with Noblemen, And be in eye of every Exercise Worthy his youth, and nobleness of birth. I like thy counsel: well hast thou advised: And that thou mayst perceive how well I like it, The execution of it shall make known; Even with the speediest expedition, I will dispatch him to the Emperors Court. To morrow, may it please you, Don Alphonso, With other Gentlemen of good esteem Are journeying, to salute the Emperor, And to commend their service to his will. Good company: with them shall Protheus go: And in good time: now will we break with him. Sweet Love, sweet lines, sweet life, Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn; O that our Fathers would applaud our loves To seal our happiness with their consents. Oh heavenly julia. How now? What Letter are you reading there? May't please your Lordship, 'tis a word or two Of commendations sent from Valentine; Delivered by a friend, that came from him. Lend me the Letter: Let me see what news. There is no news (my Lord) but that he writes How happily he lives, how well-beloved, And daily graced by the Emperor; Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune. And how stand you affected to his wish? As one relying on your Lordship's will, And not depending on his friendly wish. My will is something sorted with his wish: Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed; For what I will, I will, and there an end: I am resolved, that thou shalt spend some time With Valentinus, in the Emperor's Court: What maintenance he from his friends receives, Like exhibition thou shalt have from me, To morrow be in readiness, to go, Excuse it not: for I am peremptory. My Lord I cannot be so soon provided, Please you deliberate a day or two. Look what thou want'st shallbe sent after thee: No more of stay: to morrow thou must go; Come on Panthino; you shall be employed, To hasten on his Expedition. Thus have I shunned the fire, for fear of burning, And drenched me in the sea, where I am drowned. I feared to show my Father Iulias Letter, Lest he should take exceptions to my love, And with the vantage of mine own excuse Hath he excepted most against my love. Oh, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all the beauty of the Sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away.
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I thinke your Lordſhip is not ignorant How his companion, youthfull Valentine, Attends the Emperour in his royall Court. I know it well. 'Twere good, I thinke, your Lordſhip ſent him thither, There ſhall he practiſe Tilts, and Turnaments; Heare ſweet diſcourſe, conuerſe with Noble-men, And be in eye of euery Exerciſe Worthy his youth, and nobleneſſe of birth. I like thy counſaile: well haſt thou aduis'd: And that thou maiſt perceiue how well I like it, The execution of it ſhall make knowne; Euen with the ſpeedieſt expedition, I will diſpatch him to the Emperors Court. To morrow, may it pleaſe you, Don Alphonſo, With other Gentlemen of good eſteeme Are iournying, to ſalute the Emperor, And to commend their ſeruice to his will. Good company: with them ſhall Protheus go: And in good time: now will we breake with him. Sweet Loue, ſweet lines, ſweet life, Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for loue, her honors paune; O that our Fathers would applaud our loues To ſeale our happineſſe with their conſents. Oh heauenly Iulia. How now? What Letter are you reading there? May't pleaſe your Lordſhip, 'tis a word or two Of commendations ſent from Valentine; Deliuer'd by a friend, that came from him. Lend me the Letter: Let me ſee what newes. There is no newes (my Lord) but that he writes How happily he liues, how well-belou'd, And daily graced by the Emperor; Wiſhing me with him, partner of his fortune. And how ſtand you affected to his wiſh? As one relying on your Lordſhips will, And not depending on his friendly wiſh. My will is ſomething ſorted with his wiſh: Muſe not that I thus ſodainly proceed; For what I will, I will, and there an end: I am reſolu'd, that thou ſhalt ſpend ſome time With Valentinus, in the Emperors Court: What maintenance he from his friends receiues, Like exhibition thou ſhalt haue from me, To morrow be in readineſſe, to goe, Excuſe it not: for I am peremptory. My Lord I cannot be ſo ſoone prouided, Pleaſe you deliberate a day or two. Look what thou want'ſt ſhalbe ſent after thee: No more of ſtay: to morrow thou muſt goe; Come on Panthino; you ſhall be imployd, To haſten on his Expedition. Thus haue I ſhund the fire, for feare of burning, And drench'd me in the ſea, where I am drown'd. I fear'd to ſhew my Father Iulias Letter, Leaſt he ſhould take exceptions to my loue, And with the vantage of mine owne excuſe Hath he excepted moſt againſt my loue. Oh, how this ſpring of loue reſembleth The vncertaine glory of an Aprill day, Which now ſhewes all the beauty of the Sun, And by and by a clowd takes all away.